The screening was interesting last night. I was perhaps a bit too hard on other peoples films, because on the big Astor screen, some of them really were good. Like Charlotte I have to admit, and Son of a Bum. Our Match Girl got polite applause, but it kind of died.

The most surprising thing was that somehow Jenko's Storytime found its way onto the tape. All the things I left half done irked me a bit, but it seemed to do well. So that redeemed the evening in terms of my own personal pride somewhat.

Having a really good film up on a screen infront of a thousand people must be a really amazing thing. I thinks its given Jenko & I a tiny little push towards making something else media-ish.